Jappy Jap Songtext

von People Under the Stairs

Let's hit ‘em with it… About to get boots, iller on these dudes… Sugar Ray ‘em… and I mean Leonard… check it out… yo…
A brother who's known for his rap!
Ha!
Double K
Yeah, the Double K, you know
The brother who's known for his rap
And who's that?
Thes One!
And that's my man, Thes One
The brother who's known for his rap
Yup, they call me Double K, and yo
A brother who's known for his rap
Way to go! Way to go!
Ha… my man, Jappy Jap!
Now if you see me in a lab coat, don't think I'm just chlling
I'm rubbing my palms together, got plans on taking the villain
Like my nigga Ren, if it ain't rough, it ain't me
And if the beat ain't knocking you over, you know it ain't the P
Guaranteed to be in stock like these busters getting blocked
That's niggas getting mopped from these floors that we rock
They missing hip hop, you see hip hop be missing me with that bull
I got pulled quick, come loaded with the full clip
Blast up your party like a shoot-em-up flick
Busting through the swinging doors with aggression galore
You learnt your lesson before, I hope they keep you on tour
Take your money followed by a pimp slap, that ain't rap
More like a ribbing, man, it's only given that I hit men
All in they emotion glands, I claim band and those niggers know it
They sure ain't coming around, acting fly
Drinking forties, always telling lies in they rhymes
I think they're trying too much, I keep ‘em crying too much
The Double keep ‘em in a clutch, and with self I stay in touch
But here's a letter for the weak who speak trash when they talk
Take a walk before you end up on stage in chalk, ‘cause I'm
A brother who's known for his rap!
Yeah, the most supreme, the Double K
The brother who's known for his rap!
And who's who?
Thes One, drinking beer, having fun in the back
A brother who's known for his rap!
Jappy Jap
The self contained Double K…and who?
A brother who's known for his rap!
Jappy Jap!
Aw, yeah…
It's my job, I twist knobs and make the odds seem to operate chemical
Lyrically polemical, touch ya like a tide pool tentacle
Identical, to unendable, unbendable metal
You claim ghetto fame, that same game, another buster
Crashing through your tracks, I'm the wax claim adjuster
Kick, kick, snare, high-hat, vinyl cognac
Shining like a Sly Stone belt on felt slip mats
You kit-kat, breaking with the new data Zip DAT
Hate to megabyte my hipstyle like a reptile
I'm Croc Hunter, dumb done, we're block blunters
Bleeding beedi burners to Portugals and Turners
Who freaking what we speaking like a deacon who's tweaking
Or a heat-seeking missile (And all you hearing is the whistle)
And jump out your Fubu while we thizzle you
Fizzle is a locate set to take down, translate sound
Tape-deck bound, non-stop to tour jet
Gonna touch your town, if we haven't already yet (Uh huh)
I met a lot of people (Uh huh)
They're waiting for the sequel (Uh huh)
Well here it is, O-S-Teach kids about the People

Aw, yeah… (repeated and scratched)
Yo, and that's how we bringing it like that
Never came square, never thought about coming square
It's the mother with the P, it's me
And my man Thes One, and he rock like that
They call me the Double K, and yo, I rock like that
Brothers known for the rap, we keep it like that
It's the P brother who gets weak like that
A brother who's known for his rap (scratched)
Yo… for his rap, you know where we at
L.A.… Los Angeles… Straight up
It's a sunny sky and everything's looking good
Hey, Thes One, how we feel?

You know… Peace!